Green Acquiescence

We smoked in circles under leaves made of green and gold

These wooden pipes kept burning as we turned the time away

In wooded glades far from the order and distant goals

Our shadows withered and grew as we shuffled through,

The world moved so much faster than we knew

Tree trunks rose up beside us, reaching far into the skies

So many outstretched arms, so many voiceless sighs

So many fingers waving slowly in the lazy summer breeze

As we sat below pondering the world and our identities

what is real and what is only meant to be

Wings of Stone

Falling from your lips

Like so many stone birds

Attempting to take flight

As such are your empty words

Falling on deaf ears

They drop and shatter on the floor

Even as you begin to speak

I'm turning, walking towards the door

Inner Demons

Retreating back inside the mind

careful or lost in labyrinth find

at best while you are wandering

behind you trail a guiding string

lest no way from complex maze

and meet you inner monster's gaze

a beast of rage, of guilt, of loss

borne then soon after in there tossed

behind you leave no open door

or reckon with the minotaur

Wishing (You) Well

I dropped a wish down the old well

with eyes that followed as it fell

to dark and murky depths below

where doubtful dreams and hopes may grow

but keeping to the local lore

i tossed also a quarter more

it shimmered in the dying light

then into darkness made it's flight

maybe just simple superstition

wasted coin, a poor petition

or fleeting comfort for the few

who frankly know naught else to do

when all else fails, you may yet try

but wave your pocket change goodbye

Leap of Faith

A heart so walled away is blind
if i entered, think you would mind?
fortresses do crumble, Dear
Twas through a crack i entered here
throw up your walls to keep me out
i'll slip back in with your self-doubt
you're not infallible, you know
I'm simply trying to help you grow
with lessons learned that we all share
with aims to help, to strip you bare
from such illusions harbored in
each morning's hollow waking grin
each evening's frown before you sleep
dreams haunted by the lies you keep
and fears yets still of something more
not of life's love you could restore
but also that you could regain
the semblance of a heart's true pain
that you might trade it for the dark
protection for a lesser mark

Wishful Thinking

Bring me to the water's edge

ripples dance across the surface

i'll sit with you upon a ledge

counting ways that it was worth this

knowing it's all just a dream

hold my hand until the waking

our stones, we'll toss, into the stream

until woken by gentle shaking

sunrise comes when it is ready

entwined fingers, palms together

i do my best to keep it steady

♡ that skips like rocks on water

unfair facts that i can't alter

Change of Heart

A heart of stone you ground to dust

and breathed life into with your trust

it changed me and brought such great joy

so shocked at first it seemed a ploy

from dust to clay a vessel shaped

but filled with holes and cracks that gaped

my earthen heart was fragile yet

still none inside it came to let

but in you seeped like molten gold

you drowned my doubts and took firm hold

securely settled deep inside

the brilliant warmth solidified

it's fractured shelled then fell away

a perfect whole where it had lay

Moonstruck

i look upon a distant star
my body's here, my thoughts are far
it's so nice to be understood
to know you're loved, to feel so good

i lay here in my bed tonight

the music's on, the feeling's right

just knowing someone out there cares

puts me at peace, nothing compares

The Masks We Wear

Wanted to be a loyal friend
Sometimes we fail to see the end
My heart, once bruised, now on the mend
The days flew by so very fast

Those dreams I entertained some nights
Of company and turned-off lights
Took mind and body to new heights
Now deeply buried in the past

The cruelest card that life has dealt
That gets me blue, makes my hopes melt
Is that despite how good they’ve felt
Of ties I make, none seem to last

I grow attached quite easily
My social sense abandons me
I’ve done some awkward things, you see
Such history is very vast

I patiently await the day
That I might hear the newsman say
“Hell’s frozen over, let us pray”
That from me, this curse I may cast

Lest it all come crumbling down

I'd rather have a brickhouse than a straw or stick house
tough as nails and never fails to hold
i found a warm and cheery glow inside
the night the door was opened wide
with drapes and carpets covered like pure gold
who lives within i cannot say
i suppose that i'll find out someday
but for now the bed is calling me
and before i drift off far from here
i want to make this brickhouse secure
from waiting wolves and offer some safety